C36

Ling Ji, who wanted to open his mouth, was stunned on the spot. With a breath in his heart, he wanted to call again.

But in the twinkling of an eye, when she talked about the interview this afternoon, she sounded so happy. She should be paying attention to this matter.

However, even if we found the reason why she didn't have time to pay attention to him, my heart was still empty.

It's hard to be despised.

Throwing the mobile phone, he remembered the original intention of calling LAN LAN. He wanted to tell her that he didn't go back today, because the old man said he had something to look for him.

Just now, I forgot to say, do you want to call again?

Ling Ji shakes his head, in the heart ten thousand unwilling, already took the initiative once, isn't it?

Simply make the music in the car very big to get rid of the irritability.

As for why the old man wanted him, he had already guessed more than half before he came.

Just then, the phone rings.

This time, he pressed urgently, because at that moment, he thought the phone call was Lan Lan, so he pressed the answer button without thinking about it.

But when you see the caller ID, you will face a swing, the heart is a burst of boredom.

"Didn't I tell shuck to go to your place after work at night?"

"What time is it now, don't you look at it?" Ling father's voice came from the other end of the phone, the voice was full of years of hard work and severe, "Shuke told me that you had already left work!"

"This shuck?" Ling Ji sneered, "what good things did he report back to you?"

"What are you so worried about doing?" Ling father words a turn, some displeasure, "also afraid of your father blackmail you ah?"

"In this world, no one but myself believes in it." Ling Ji sneered, tone is no better where to go, "this sentence, is not that you said to me?"

"All right, son." Ling father suddenly changed tone, words can not hear the emotion, "you don't pull these in front of father, now hurry back to me."

"I'm driving."

"Be careful on the way." Ling's father told him that there was a rare concern in his words, but in Ling Ji's opinion, it had no intention.

He knew that going home was not just on the surface.

At the old house of Ling family, Ling Xuanhong is sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for him for a long time.

The table, full of food, has no heat.

"Why don't you eat first?"

Hearing his son's voice, Ling Xuanhong put down the magazine in hand and came over, "it's not about you coming. I'll wait for you."

"I have already eaten it." Ling Ji cold voice cold words, has been drooping eyes, do not look at his father.

"Come on, finish, and have some more with me." Ling Xuanhong pulled him to the table and pointed to the dishes on the plate. "Look, everything is what you like to eat."

In the dining room, on the carved and baked nanmu table, the food is reheated again. Ling Xuanhong takes the lead in eating with chopsticks.

"Have a taste?" He pointed to the food in front of him, his face showed rare warmth, "it's very similar to your mother's craft."

"I have forgotten her craft." Ling Ji looked at the food in front of him coldly, without any appetite.

"Your mother left early. After all, you are not lucky to enjoy it." Ling father sighed, the tone can not hide the regret.

"So, father, is it for these little things that you came to me today?" Lift eyes, ink Che's eyes show a trace of impatience.

"What is a small thing and what is a great thing?" Ling Xuanhong Kuang put down his bowls and chopsticks with a disgruntled face, "go to the cemetery tomorrow and give your mother incense. You will accompany me."

Ling Ji stopped answering and took a pair of chopsticks to eat.

He can't remember what his mother was like. Since he can remember, he was sent abroad by his family. He was lonely and had no relatives. He stayed for so many years.

At the end of the day, he was not without resentment.

But the father in front of him, the disposition is surly, in front of the outsider's performance one face is kind, returns home treats him to be extremely stern.

He never knew his father's temper. In addition, the two people often disagreed with each other, so the ordinary communication was very few.

Today's seemingly peaceful meal was unexpected to him. The more such a scene, the more he had a premonition that something would happen. The impending storm seemed to be hidden in his father's unseen face.

Neither of them said anything. The huge dining room seemed very lonely. Just at this time, there was a rhythmic footstep sound in the living room. It was the collision sound of high-heeled shoes and marble slabs.

From far to near, not long after, a woman with exquisite makeup and a black professional suit came in with a stack of documents. Although young and light, she could not be ignored for her ability.

"Dad, I'm back." Clear voice with the weariness that can't hide.

Ling Yinyin, the adopted daughter of Ling Xuanhong. In his early years, when he went to the countryside to do charity activities, he adopted the abandoned baby in the orphanage.There was no daughter in the family, and the moment he saw the child, he felt pity.

Over the years, he has been nice to this adopted daughter and has always regarded him as his own daughter. For her food and clothing, but also support her to go to a famous school, higher education.

Now he has been trained to be his right-hand man.

"Yinyin, have you eaten yet?" Ling father see she is also busy with work, hurry to call her to come and sit down.

Ling Yinyin put the document in his hand aside, nodded his head and came over, "today I added a class, and I want to eat later."

"Come here, come here, you child. I've told you how many times I've told you that work is not important to your health." Although it is a reproachful word, it is spoiled.

Ling Yinyin listens to Ling's father's instruction, smiles and bows her head and agrees. After sitting down, he looked up at Ling Ji and said, "brother ah Ji is here today?"

"Well." Ling Ji also looked at her and nodded to her.

For this sister, he himself has not much emotion, not because of her adopted daughter's identity, but unlike other people's brothers and sisters, who have lived together since childhood.

The intersection between them is limited to the telephone and the Internet. Every time they talk about work, they don't have too much intimate contact in private.

"Is your brother busy recently?" Ling Yinyin poured himself a glass of red wine and asked casually.

"Not bad." Ling Ji casually promised that he was too perfunctory, and turned to ask her, "what about you?"

"I..." See Ling Ji to see her, Ling Yinyin hurriedly bowed his head, stroked the broken hair cut by the ear, and said with a smile, "I'm ok, too."

Finish saying, see Ling father suddenly did not speak, looked up to see his face, quickly put down the hands of the dishes, again asked Ling Ji, "brother, if you are not busy, remember to often come home to see Dad."

She used the rest of the light to see Ling father's look just had a trace of peace, then turned to Ling Ji and said: "Dad has nothing to say about you often."

"Well." Ling Ji is also casually promised, also looked up to his father, see he is cold, a pair of eyes stare at him.

At this time, he didn't want to upset him. He changed his mouth and said, "I know."

"What do you know?" Ling Xuanhong slammed his chopsticks on the table in his hands and became angry. "If you don't want to see me, don't use work as an excuse!"